Fields of Sorrow

In the year of forty-five when the crops all failed to grow

The fields turned dark and barren with no life left to sow

The blight came down upon us like a curse upon the land

And we watched our children perish with no food to give our hand

Oh the winds of sorrow blew through the valleys and the hills

Where the hopes of our people lay quiet cold and still

But we'll sing of our ancestors who fought through darkest days

In the fields of sorrow where their spirit still remains

The rivers ran with tears as we fled from hearth and home

Across the stormy waters to lands we'd never known